"Miss Feng, the price you've offered is far too high. If that Yang Jing actually agrees, the clan Elders will surely be furious."
The two from the Zuoqiu Family boarded a lacquered carriage. A Spatial Restriction had been placed inside, expanding the interior to be three zhang square and lavishly furnished.
Zuoqiu Muxun spoke with some dissatisfaction. Although Zuoqiu Feng was a Golden Core, her status in the Zuoqiu Family was not as high as Zuoqiu Ye's, so he still dared to offer a few words of remonstration.
Inside the carriage, spices smoldered within a Flying Crane-shaped incense burner, its beak exhaling a deep, rich fragrance. A maid in a gauze robe knelt in the carriage. Seeing Zuoqiu Feng enter, she shuffled forward on her knees to meet her, helping her recline on a divan.
The driver cracked his whip, and the four Flying Cranes at the front of the carriage, each over seven feet tall, began to run, pulling the vehicle forward.
